Uh, for square one,
filthy ain't scared of yours,
prepare to walk
Get the air ones to the floor,
you're Harrison Ford
You heard of me, using C4,
plastic surgery
Another word for me,
manslaughter in third degree
Descending them from killing a few whack
I prove that,
with the views that
The Navigate's still a groove back
All we expect from niggas
is a talking to death
Bitches call me what they want,
but they don't call me collect
Gun blazin', not a drug dealer,
slum fundraiser
Other shit you put in blunt paper,
makes your lungs grayer
Black Socrates,
my philosophy for animosity bees
Cock and squeeze,
watch him drop with ease
Pop your knees,
guess nigga shit was nacho Steve
Stop the beat, fuck pos sibly,
this has to be
Destructive,
from public to private property
You are from Elstree,
now I advise you not to sleep
Yo, we all face the facts
They not ready to fuck with the champion
Yo, when you all face the facts
They ain't ready to fuck with
the champions
Yo, when all face the facts
They not ready to fuck
with the champions
Yo, when you all face the facts
There's no escape from that
They not ready to fuck
with the champions
Ayo, my agenda
Is to find rap pretenders
In battlefields,
throw your white flags and surrender
Missing body parts,
no telling how many was injured
Cause when my unit crashed,
we did it more than just a fender
The monologue I breathe,
dramatic soliloquy
Even those with PhDs
is def initely feelin' me
Without loudspeakers,
I'm kickin' out your fuckin' tweeters
Then I'm rollin' reefer and
blunts like gorditas
Pass it off to Cannon,
he blowin' shotguns to Queenie
Get charged, I'm represented
by Attorney Chuck Sweeney
Them don't worry me,
come from the North State
But y 'all cast us off in that
strawberry shortcake
With the wrong ingredients,
your squad just don't mix
My squad be rippin' shit,
hang like the crucifix
Oh man, you're losin' it,
about to murder yourself
Have you on the phone dialin'
for emergency help
And y 'all raw face the facts
They ain't ready to fuck with
the champions
I think of why I chase my foes,
I makes it so
You die when I trade the O,
murderous flow
My blood type be H2O,
no place to go,
just let me lacerate your soul
Spittin' one joke
can get you addicted to gun smoke
Yeah I'm lit and cutthroat,
ask me if I give a fuck, no
Welcome down under
where my reprequand says it all
We already tall, the ice on your grill,
he says it all
You ain't rockin', shit you poppin'
never reach the top ten
Take you to the floor
with Dougie's fresh feet boxin'
You heard me yet?
Step on my turf and get wet
I let you rhyme in my ear
while I'm surfin' the net
It's never ending,
kill the bull with matadors
Then I'm spreadin' plague
with Derm Lattimore
Who you reppin'?
Challenge bombshell without weapons
Yeah right, that's all I need
is more scores in my collection
I'm steppin'
Face the facts, yeah
They ain't ready to fuck
with the champions
Yo, we all face the facts, you know
They ain't ready to fuck with
the champions
That's why we all face the facts,
yeah
They're not ready to fuck
with the champions
Yo, we all face the facts
There's no escaping that
They're not ready to fuck
with the champions
We are the we champions,
we are the champions
I'll see you in for